Hannah Montana is a witness

Last Friday, I was supposed to blog about how I have to keep my libido at zero until the 24th of September, because me and my boyfriend have to save for the downpayment for the room he is going to rent.

Yes, finally, we decided to get a room where I could sleepover (sometimes) because some hotels are already getting too rich because of couples like us.

BUT. Here came Sunday. The plan was to attend mass and watch DVD in the living area of our boarding house.

Since he had forewarned me not to seduce him that will eventually lead to us checking in AGAIN, I wore the most matronly get-up I could find in my closet.

And, I encourage him to masturbate the night before.

STILL, we just can't contain ourselves.

On our way to the hotel, I think we were both torn. We were both very quiet, perhaps thinking, "Is this what we really should be doing?"

But later, it turned out to be (as he said it) the most fun sack session we ever had. I asked him why, and he said, "because this is the first time you haven't slept on me."

Three hours later, his face smelled like my V, the dresser was soaked (yes, including underneath the glass), my V was aching, his legs were shaking, and the bedcover was smeared with chocolate.

During foreplay, I was afraid I would run out of liquid again because he has been down there for like 20mins without showing any sign of stopping anytime soon. He kept on saying something like "You're very delicious," and that my liquid flowed down his arms. Just thinking about it makes me wet again I must be an addict already.

That night, when he got home, he texted me, "My entire body is aching -- a sure sign we had great sex."

Oh and by the way, we were watching Hannah Montana the entire time we were making out.